Tuesday, September 29, 2009
29th September, 1910
Dreadful wind. That's the roaring forties for you. Still, even with our auxiliary steam, we can't push ahead as much as I'd like. Pennell says we're in an anti-cyclone. The men remain busy with scientific observations of ocean salinity, atmospheric ionization, and all sorts. The ship is a veritable hive of activity.
Speaking of hives, I do miss honey. I'd love some slathered on a crumpet right now. With melting butter. I can't expect the cook to make crumpets, but I must remember to ask Bowers if he brought honey.
Rather enjoying Mrs. Oliphant's book. She was very prolific.
Mmm. Primrose honey. Just think.